This is a song about "Trapping and being a blood"

Before i buck lead and make a lot of blood shed

You smell the ounce, i ain't even in ya house yet

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

Suddenly i see a structure of some sort... blood and sweat drips...

So my outlook's dim and my house is eventually without any heat

Knocking fuckas out, time to sleep, we hounds and your blood is a sign of meat

So if it comes down, may the best man win

Blow up and being in a position

To being a being and beating the back roads and being #it

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

I had visions of growing old and being a grandfather,

I had a long day and i really wanna fuck

I gallop on a six legged horse dressed in steel and blood,

And spill my blood before for you for a complementation test

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went